Talk to her some more

The phone buzzes on the mattress behind her, but Claire completely ignores it. She turns around in your arms, her eyes dark with anticipation as she looks up at you. "So, John" she whispers coyly. "What's next?"

You tighten your grip on her waist, looking down into her face. "Well, I did say honeymoon. And a real honeymoon requires absolute privacy and time alone. We need to properly bond, strip away the outside world, and let all those feel-good hormones do their magic."

Hearing that, John sits up slightly against the pillows, a bit tense. The playful, confident look she wore a moment ago softens into a mix of hesitance and confusion. She looks at you earnestly. "Are you sure about this, John? Do you really want us to develop feelings?"

You lean in closer. "It’s better with emotions, right? You said it yourself. It’s like taking ****. I guess the crash afterward is going to be bad, but people still do it anyway because the high is worth it." You pause, looking down at her form. "After spending seven straight days together, something is bound to change." Your eyes drop significantly, lingering on the flat expanse of her stomach, before looking back up into her eyes. "Other than that obvious potential change... we’re going to be making love all the time, aren't we?"

Claire swallows hard, her chest heaving slightly. "What do you think Tom expects, putting us together like this?"

"I don't know," you admit. "But what I do know is the possible emotional crash."

"It might ruin us," she says.

"It might completely ruin what you have with him." You look at her intently. "But that’s exactly what your husband is doing by pushing us together."

Claire shakes her head slightly, a small, breathless smile appearing on her lips. "But you’re the one taking me away on a honeymoon, John Tom probably only expected this to last two or three days at most."

"Two or three days is enough to start something," you reply. "Then again, if he keeps pushing you into someone else's arms, it's bound to happen anyway. If not me, someone else." You shrug. "Besides, it's still possible to back out. If you don't, for the next week, I want to treat you like a real lover. It’s not that I’m telling you not to go back to your husband when this is over. I just want us to completely enjoy the whole thing." You cup her face in your hands. "I’m more than willing to go through with it with you."